At the other side of the monolith standing just beyond the podium were a group of mercenaries, each with bored expressions.
Some were impatiently tapping their foot on the floor, a few were whistling while others were drumming their fingers by their sides.
"Rusty! How damn long is five minutes? I feel like I've been here for hours!" came an annoyed shout from the crowd.
Rusty frowned. It was not that he was purposely delaying them, he just didn't know how long five minutes was…
He placed a finger on his chin. "100 seconds?"
"Are you a fool?" said another mercenary, stepping forward. He waved his battle axe in the air as he spoke, sounding very confident. "Five minutes is obviously 180 seconds, didn't you get any education?"
A wave of jeers tore through the crowd. "180 seconds?" said a woman who held a serpentine whip in her hands. "You are all blockheads!"
Rusty frowned. "Alright, how many seconds is it then?"
